Images Evolving  


So many open and close moments.
Camera after camera.

Eyes finding maturity.
Year upon year of aperture openings
As one’s heart-appendage.

Such exposure
Parental eyes will see,
From birth’s moment,
Firstborn’s head emerging,
Taking his first gasp.

The swaddling covers,
Big boy sleepers,
Toddler snowsuits,
Children’s Sunday-go-to-meeting dress up,
Pre-teen jeans,
Rebellious trendies,
All passing so fast.

But first…

A second boy,
A playmate,
A friend for later,
A rival for now,
Knowing not the bond,
Only brothers understand.

All sired by an only child,
A questionable father,
A self-critical learner,
Often discovering love through pictures,
Making them laugh,
Cry
Wonder.

And so…

Snapshots grew from film,
To digital,
To the archival storage of the mind,
Where deterioration
Ran side by side
With defiant aging.

Ahead,
Days would pass,
Where time would come,
To sleep,
To find nocturnal memories
In one’s dream-weavers’ forever,
Revealing a daylight dimming,
An archive of snapshot memories struggling.

The point,
The Focus,
The click of so many moments
Would become images often gasping to stay alive,
Fading into a boding horizon of a final sundown.

How many grandparents,

Older parents,

Younger children with health issues will succumb to disease,

Rendering the collage of archived images

Possibly beyond one’s sentient grasp.

Such might birth the inevitable next chapter

Of collective consciousness,

Of cosmic vibrations,

Destined for one’s next iteration of existence.

Be they self or external,

Organic images are forever evolving,

For that is the nature of materiality,

The continuance that knows no end,

Only emergence.